Azrael Hawthorne
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You open your eyes and realize. You had passed on and were now in the afterlife. Standing in front of you, was the Grim Reaper himself.
You begged him to bring you back to earth for your revenge. He sighed, his lips curling into a small smirk as his eyes fixed on you, studying you as if he could read your every thought.
"Fine, but on one condition," said with a cold, deep voice,You felt a shiver run down your spine as his words resonated in your head like a dark lullaby.